Chapter 179 Liberation (1)

Author: Yueting A Cup of Wine

Chapter 179 Liberation (1)

Under the flickering changes of forty-eight false stars, the clouds stood above the earth, constantly brushing their hair. Under her slender and weird slender pen tip, the scrolls with almost a hair difference were like fallen leaves blown by the wind,

They piled up around her legs and surrounded her, but she didn't care at all.

Her pen is slender and curled, and is made of a dead vine wrapped around something. The tip of the pen has only a small white filament.

When Yun Po lifted the pen, the filaments of the pen tip swung in the air, and wisps of clouds and mist flew up, fell on the paper, and melted into the faint outline of Xiao Hecheng and Luo Xuanyi. Then Yun Po pressed the tip of the pen, guiding the clouds to become mist.

Open it and depict the image of Xiaohe City and Luo Xuanyi in detail.

After each scroll of painting is completed, a false star is introduced into the clouds and disappears. At this moment, there are only three false stars left in the sky, still shining on a small piece of blue sky. Beyond this small piece of blue sky, there is a thick

Thick clouds and mist covered the clear blue sky and the scorching sun.

The rippling wind blew past the place where Yunpo stood, blowing her long hair that hung down to her feet as messy as withered grass, and also blew her old wide sleeves made of linen. The paper scroll under her feet was covered by the wide sleeves.

The edge of it rubbed against the ground and made a rustling sound. This piece of land was particularly weird. It was a large round piece of land with nothing on it. The ground was flat, as if there had been some huge building here before, but it was suddenly destroyed.

Some kind of powerful force wiped it away, leaving only the land that had not had time to grow weeds.

Looking around, you can see a ring of yellow and brown surrounding it at the edge of your sight.

But that's not actually a ring, but a vertical section of the earth. It's about eight feet high.

The place where Yunpo stood was the original location of Xiaohe City and the wheat field. However, this land with Xiaohe City as the center and a radius of ten miles has now entered her painting like Luo Xuanyi.

Luo Xuanyi guessed that Yunpo's Taoism was accurate. She had indeed integrated the Tantailian Painting Tao into her formation. Although Tantailian was an evil cultivator of the so-called painting Taoism of the righteous way, the monks had no taboos in pursuing the Tao.

Form, after Hua Dao completely declined, picked it up again.

After all, the power of Hua Dao cannot be doubted.

Yun Po is the biggest admirer of Tantai Lian among the monks who have resumed painting, and he is also the one with the most deviant reputation.

The tip of the pen is drawing the third to last scroll, which outlines two small lotus cities facing each other. There is only one human figure that needs to be depicted, which is Luo Xuanyi.

The Luo Xuanyi in the pen should be called Shen Ranming in the information Yunpo received. However, unlike the curse, Yunpo does not need a correct name. In her pen, she gently depicts Luo Xuanyi's black hair and inexplicably gloomy expression.

As well as the wound that Luo Xuanyi tore open by herself, the tip of the pen moved slightly, adding gurgling blood to Luo Xuanyi's wound.

After confirming that the blood had flowed out, the pen tip continued downward to fill in the human skin for Luo Xuanyi in the scroll. Yun Po had to work hard to make the human skin look like it had been drained out.

The tip of the pen fell on Luo Xuanyi's skinny toes, and Yun Po lifted the pen and blew out a breath. In this painting, all the details were truly reproduced in the world in the painting.

This stream of air flew straight up into the sky, gradually spreading out and turning into wisps of white mist, which gradually became real and thick, melting into the dark clouds, and accompanied by the disappearance of the third to last false star.

Yun Po took out the next piece of blank drawing paper and let the clouds and mist fall. He was slightly distracted, but he still drew with extremely precise strokes.

When he noticed with his spiritual consciousness that Xiao He City was being massacred, Yun Po actually breathed a sigh of relief. If there were still people left alive, he would definitely be severely criticized by the six alliances after using the painting formation. Tens of thousands of people plus a wealthy city

She was buried with a demon cultivator, and perhaps some heavenly punishment was sent down from Fuwen Tower to appease the shocked mortal court.

But why do you care so much? You are going to die anyway. After decades or hundreds of years, you will be nothing more than a handful of loess.

Obviously the senior leaders of the six alliances think so. If this is the case, why can't Yunpo do it himself?

Yun Po understands Yin Yin in the formation, but does not understand how to behave in the world. Her origin is similar to Qu Qitao, but there are differences. From the time she was born in Yifeng Yin, she was born with wisdom and was attracted by Yifeng Yin.

Ju's formation cultivator Mighty Fuya accepted him as his successor. She and her master didn't care about the mortal world, they just pursued the ultimate truth of heaven.

It is impossible to touch or see through, the road of truth that no one has walked for thousands of years and does not even know whether it exists, even if they sacrifice everything that is expendable, even themselves.

But even after so many sacrifices, from Fuya to Yunpo, nothing was gained. The way of heaven is still high, illusory, exists and does not exist.

The madness of Yunpo and Fuya seemed so nihilistic and terrifying to other monks.

But Yun Po didn't care. She knew that those who actually had the power didn't care either, but she didn't bother to hide it.

Isn't it okay as long as she is still useful? Even if it seems that she has been punished by confinement, when something happens, she still has to be released. She knows that it will cause harm, but she pretends to turn a blind eye and waits for the results to come out.

Let mortals see a huge but non-existent show of divine punishment.

A breeze blew by, and Yun Po's new painting unfolded into full view. As soon as the painting was completed, the only two false stars left in the sky changed again, and one of them flashed slightly and disappeared into the clouds.

There is only one painting left to complete.

Yun Po did not continue painting at this moment. Her pen stagnated, as if there was a slight dent in the drawing paper, blocking the tip of her pen.

She finally picked up the painting she had just made and looked at it carefully.

That was not a depression, but the thin white thread on the tip of the pen, which disappeared.

Or, should I say, absorbed into the painting.

On the scroll, there appeared a handful of white filaments that Yun Po had never painted, which was a familiar look to Yun Po. This small handful of filaments was kneaded from the ashes of the Tantai Lotus and the white wadding of the Heavenly Beast Xie Yan.

This allowed Yunpo to wander in the sea of ​​heaven for three hundred years and almost die.

Yun Po subconsciously raised his pen, and the pen tip came out of the painting, but there was still an extra hand on it.

This is Luo Xuanyi's hand.

Today’s first update. Yun Po’s new appearance~
Chapter completed!